The Writer, 28. sējums

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The Writer, 1916
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127. lappuse - listen! Can't you hear the roaring and the bubbling? There gapes her mouth (He points east) — the harbor where a thousand mammoth feeders come from the ends of the world to pour in their human freight. Ah, what a stirring and a seething! Cdt and Latin, Slav and Teuton, Greek and Syrian, — black and yellow
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96. lappuse - Still sits the schoolhouse by the road, A ragged beggar sunning Around it still the sumachs grow And blackberry vines are running.”
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